The other day I told my father that he was worried because tomorrow turning 27 sticks, turned his attention to a moment "The sports world" and asked:
- Well what's the problem? -
- That morning I have a year papa -
- No no, is just one day more, the other thing you carry in tow -
And once again my father was not without reason, so we have to take life to the fullest and leverage everything you can and if it is in the company of good friends because much better.
For the friends and family is worth to be around, and if they are like mine I make the best gift of all that is putting up all day and above entertain me with your presence in my garden full of bebercio , food and gifts, including this piece of camisetacas to continue to span the blog at all hours.
Through the afternoon, thanks to those who made an effort to spend the night and howling at the moon ended with me after the morning, thanks to my father as he could defend the honor of the film of the eighties and general thank you all for accepting me as I am, back frikazo of volume and still not for a second, with their peculiar ideas, capable of chloroform conversationalist who crosses his path and shot entirely immune to reality. She and the routine just say that out loud Howitzer proclaimed as good chops roasted.
"Fuck you / I will not change / fuck you no / not going to change" if
, Whether the post is fatally writing, but I have a horse and I'm Hangover at low capacity, excuse me.
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